After a studysession at Cactuz (the coffeeshop and not the plant!) we're sitting in a kitchen somewhere in Uddevalla. Ending the day the way we started it, by studying. Not me. No, I'm blogging, but I guess I don't have to tell you that. Anyways, so the duo that are doing the studying, are sitting at the table and currently doing their very best too not fall asleep. And me, all I can say is that I've really missed the conversations you have with an empty head after studying for hours.

Like for example:

"I don't even know where we're sitting on the first train tomorrow, but just so you know, I'm by the window!" We have just a few minutes earlier bought traintickets and she says this with a look saying: "Girl, if you even try to take the windowseat, I will SIT ON YOU!" You see there's only one year age difference between us meaning we're apparantley pseudotwins. On top of that we hang out way too much, so I can with little difficulty read what one of her looks say. And before you even go down that road of wondering weather or not my sister would really sit on me the answer is YES! She would.

But before I manage to inform her that since I'm older I automatically get to choose which seat I want, our cousing buts in and wonders: "What? You guys don't have seats on the train, you have to stand?" Well, you can guess what happened next. We are cousins after all. It's more or less our duty.

Not to be like that. But there are those who think themselves to be wickedly good at mixing drinks. Drinks that their friends then pour out in various plants or couches, just to empty their glass and quickly fill it with the wine they brought with them. My drinks, on the other hand, fall under the category of those you pour into your system dangerously fast (especially considering the amount of alcohol they contain). Now, this is not a conclusion I've drawn myself, but rather something my friend the economyjournalist enlightened my of. She who rarely gets drunk, informed me that she was after just half the drink I mixed for her. Which according to her "you can drink like candy" - why it's so dangerous. My theory: If it's pink - chances are it's good!

"You're way too brave", my mother says, "it's not a bad thing.Not at all." She says before quickly adding, "but, it wouldn't hurt if you'd to learn som karate or something!"

Okay, so there might be something to my mothers observation. And sure, I admit that learning some form of selfdefence or martial arts does make sense. But then again, who doesn't need some skills à la Karate Kid these days? But to be honest, I can be just a bit unafraid (if that's even a word?). But then I read quotes like the one above and can't help but think that it's good to be to brave. Cause when you loose that you loose everything.